I seen the light from the mountain moon shimmer, shadow bright.
I seen the mountain when trees stood straight up right.
I seen desolated mountain weep as man destroyed tall to fall.
When will heartless ravage end, to let the mountain mend.
What's left on the mountain is ours to tell.
What's left for our children's children as they run & play where trees used to be for they have no place to dwell.
Mountain streams will continue to flow, foliage will continue to grow,
trees once more will reach the blue, only to surrender to man's blow...
When acid-rain turns to ice, the age of freeze begins.
Man will perish.
God will cherish.
Written by Neha Tyagi. I really liked so posting it.